Bahama Islands Vacation ( 3 )

( Background : I took a tripper to get away from memory board after my fiancee 's, Debby's, death. We had planned to be here, capital of the Bahamas, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last two nights together. She has the future two days off and has offered to be my enlistment guide. )

I woke up in the morning in Cinnamon's bed at her apartment. I still had my arms around her, however during the night she had turned and was facing away from me. I was snuggled up close to her. I loved the smell of her hair. I was not indisputable if it was her shampoo or perfume. My member was slightly erect and nestled between her butt face. I did not want to come alive Ceylon cinnamon tree. It felt wonderful just laying here adjacent to her. Her hide was so unruffled and flaccid. About a hour later she began to stir. She jerked, then turned and looked at me with fear in her eyes. She quickly relaxed and smiled.

"Good morning time !"she said."I just am not used to waking up with someone else in my bed."

We kissed, then she turned her head back. I kissed her on the cervix. She purred.

"We need to get ready for the day,"she stated."But I don't want to move this feels so good. Do you need to go back to the hotel for wearing apparel ?"

I thought for a few seconds and answered,"No. I only wore the clothes I have here for a few hours death night."

"trade good ! That gives us a more time before we leave,"she said.

Her cat char jumped up on the bed and walked up and meowed in Cinnamon's face.

"She wants to be fed. She won't leave me alone until that happens,"she said.

Ceylon cinnamon got up and went to the kitchen. In a few minutes she came back into the bedroom. I watched her breasts bounce as she walked toward the bed.

"Do you need to play ‘ Follow the leader'?"she asked.

"With you leading I will definitely follow !"I answered.

She took my hand. I got out of bed and followed her into the bath. I intently watched her tight hindquarters end as she walked in front man of me. She turned on the cascade, adjusted the temperature, then guided me in. She shut the shower curtain behind us.

"Hold out your hired man,"she instructed.

I put my work force out. She put liquid soap in them, then put some in her script. She started by rubbing soap on my chest. I returned the favor. Soaping her breasts. She tipped her head back and enjoyed my handwriting moving around her mamilla. Ceylon cinnamon tree moved down to my stomach, then down to my member and balls. Sliding her hands all around my fellow member. I was already fully erect. I moved my hand around to her book binding and caressed her back from shoulder down to her rear end. She reached around to my rear end pulling closer to her. My penis was now trapped between our eubstance with the brain pressing against her belly button. I grabbed her rear end with both hands. I squeezed and massaged her smooth, house cheeks. She moaned running her paw up and down my back. I moved my finger's breadth between her posterior cheek. I circled a couple of digit around her ass hole. She pushed back against them. I pushed my finger's breadth inside. She was extremely slopped and her anatomical sphincter squeezed down on them. I moved my other hand to her front and lathered her pubic hair and pussy lips. She began pumping my penis with her hired man. I soaped her love button to groan of pleasure. She pumped faster on my rod. I pushed two digit inside her love muddle to a gasp from Cinnamon. I had finger's breadth moving in and out of her front and her rear.

"shtup me Andy ! Fuck me !"she yelled.

I pushed her back against the wall and used my hand to guide my erection into her vagina. I continued to move my fingers in the rachis as best I could. I pushed until my penis was fully inside her. I began ramming my cock into her with Cinnamon gasping for breath. I was pummeling her with all I had. She hung on my neck to keep from collapsing on the storey. I pushed one last time into her and then exploded into her. cinnamon groaned and shook as she reached her orgasm. Her vaginal muscleman clamped around me, squeezing the end of my cum into her. She continued panting as I began moving slowly in and out again.

"No ( breathing space ), no ( breath ), more,"she gasped.

I moved back and positioned her so the water was tuning down her back. She regained her breath, then turned to front the cascade. I put some more soap on my hands and cleaned them thoroughly. She grabbed the nursing bottle of shampoo and started working it into her hairsbreadth. There was the smell I had noticed earlier while we were in bed. I helped her shampoo her hair. She had a lot of hair. It reached to the eye of her dorsum. I loved the glazed red coloring material. She bent over to rinse her hair. Her ass pressed up against my semi-erect penis. It slipped between her cheeks and the tip of my rod pushed against her was hole.

"Not now, maybe another time. The hot water will be running out soon,"she explained.

"Ok, I really wasn't hard enough and it just happened to get there,"I replied."Let's transposition ends so I can wash away my hair."

We repositioned so I could wet my hair. As soon as my haircloth was wet Cinnamomum zeylanicum began shampooing my pilus. I don't think anyone else had washed my hair since my mother did it when I was a child. It felt good. The water quickly was becoming cooler. I rinsed quickly. We changed places again and Cinnamon rinsed a few berth on her consistence that had been missed before. She turned the water off. We used the towels on the counter to dry each early. This was nearly as exciting as the time in the exhibitor. Her hide from head teacher to metrical foot was nearly flawless. Yes, she had a large number of freckle, but these just added to her beauty. I brushed her hair after she had dried it further with another towel. We got dressed, had a quickly breakfast, she put down dry food for thought and a bowl of water for Char, then we got into the car to leave.

"We have the whole day. Is there anything you know you want to do ?"she asked before starting the engine.

"Well, yesterday when I went exploring I saw a polarity for Blackbeard's Tower toward the east end of the island. I 've always had some fascination with pirates,"I said."And I … ah … never mind."

"What is it ? You can say anything,"Ceylon cinnamon queried.

I waited then said,"Yesterday I came across some men who had been out fishing. fishing here would be an interesting experience. But that would require a lot of planning before hand."

"I've never been fishing here either. I used to go fishing with my father in WI,"Cinnamon said."We will try to happen Teach's Tower later today. I do hold to stop over at the hotel before we start our day."

We drove off and went across the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked outside the main entranceway. She went inside while I waited in the car. 10 second later she returned. We drove off back over the nosepiece to Nassau.

"We are going to the Queen 's Staircase, the weewee tugboat, and Fort Fincastle first,"she told me.

We parked in a lot at the bottom of the stairs. The Queen's stairway is 66 footfall that were carved out of limestone by slaves in the last part of the 1700 's. It was renamed fairy's Staircase for the reign of Queen Victoria who had freed the slaves in the Bahamas and reigned for 64 years. I learned later that one of the steps had been covered over when the parking lot was paved. There were a bit of seller selling items that were right wing out of the downtown Straw Market. Cinnamon and I took pictures of the other standing at the tail end of the stairs. One of the men selling point offered to take a pictorial matter of both of us for a dollar. I gave him the money and he took the picture. Ceylon cinnamon and I walked up the steps holding mitt. To one side of the stairs there was a diminished waterfall cascading down toward the backside. I noticed several men turning their heads to look at Ceylon cinnamon tree. Some had an expression of acknowledgment on their expression. cinnamon bark was a very beautiful woman so I could read them noticing her.

At the top of the stairs I purchased a numeral of photo post carte du jour and a short book with information regarding the staircase, pee towboat, and fortress. This was the highest point on the island. It made good sense that the piss column and fort were located here. The stairs were constructed to make it easy to get to the high point where the fortress was located. Again I noticed several men turning their chief as Ceylon cinnamon tree passed. We paid a low fee to go to the top of the water system pillar. We took the elevator to the top, the elevator operator recited a short story of the water tower and statistics regarding it 's elevation. I handed him a match of one dollar bill as we exited the elevator. At the top we walked around the observation deck and could watch the whole island since the sky was clean-cut. It was a wonderful mountain. I was surprised to see two significant sized lakes in the general way of the airport. Again we took photo of each other with several horizon in the background. A young boy offered to take a picture show of both of us. He stood on a workbench and took our impression. I handed him a couplet of dollars when he handed back the camera. We stayed for awhile longer then took the spiral stairway to the bottom.

We then walked over to Fort Fincastle. The fort was shaped like a paddle boat apparently to deceive ships approaching the harbor. When it was used as a fort it had a act of cannons to be used if hostile ships approached. We walked around the fortress, but did not take the"functionary"duty tour. Again there were a number of men taking more than a daily notice of Ceylon cinnamon. Some with an expression of credit. We left the fort and went back down the Queen's Staircase to the car. We drove off toward the west.

In a few transactions we came to another fort, garrison charlotte. This was a much larger fort. We walked across the bridge deck over the dry moat. We joined a group that was gathering for a tour. There were about 20 of us when the turn started. Our go guide went through the story of the fort, injected humor as he did. We completed the speed level and moved to the depressed point. On the lower story there were dungeon with form depicting tortures that may hold taken place.

When we came to the rack the tour guide said,"And this is how they created players for the NBA."

well-nigh everyone chuckled. We completed the circuit of the lower horizontal surface. The pathfinder told us to beat around for the lighting of the carom at midday. I handed the conduct $ 5 as we exited the depleted level. The dismission of the cannon was in 15 minutes so we waited around. We took film of each other standing by one of the carom. In a few seconds a young boy came over and offered to take a impression of us together. I tipped him. A mathematical group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious posting of cinnamon. A Lester Willis Young man was telling the group about the shank. He was going to fire the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to load it with a partial charge. He prepared the cannon and shot it with a loud boom. The carom rocked back a short distance then rolled back in place.

We left and grabbed a quick lunch, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our admission. We walked along the path with our arms around each former. We looked at several of the flora and creature that were on showing. We got to the center of the gardens. There was a open area with benches arranged in a semi-circle. People were gathering for"The March of the Flamingos"show that was scheduled to occur in about 15 minutes. The trainer stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The trainer asked if anyone would care to step into the circle and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Cinnamon to go out so I could get a few pictures. The flamingos surrounded her and I took respective pictures. After the appearance ended we walked over to the sea lifetime area. There were a routine of Fish and early matter to sea animate being. We came around the box and there was a large shallow pool with a routine of sea turtles.

A man came out and asked,"Would like to see the turtles close up."

"Yes !"we said in unison.

He stepped into the syndicate and secured one of the turtles. Additional the great unwashed gathered around the puddle. He brought the turtle over to the slope of the pool.

"This is a K sea turtle,"he explained.

He allowed us to concern the dorsum of it's shell. He then tipped the polo-neck up with it's head and front line flippers in the air. We touched the shell on its venter. It was smoother than the shell on it's back. He gave others the Lapplander chance. He following secured another turtleneck.

"This is a hawksbill turtleneck,"he said.

This turtle had a curved nib and beautiful shell and skin coloration. It was much smaller than the former turtle and he was able to hoist it completely out if the water. It flapped it's front fin and looked like it was trying to fly.

"I can't let you disturb it. It may bite,"he warned.

He had a box for contribution and I left a generous one. We walked into the giving shop.

Cinnamomum zeylanicum tugged on my arm and whispered,"Do n't buy anything made out of turtle shells. Sea turtle are endangered and you can't subscribe turtle products into the U.S."

There was a lot of polo-neck casing jewellery. Much of it was fairly expensive. The next display case had a survival of put shell jewellery. When cinnamon was looking at some former items, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch cuticle pendant shaped like a heart. We left the endowment shop and went to her car.

"What did you buy ?"Cinnamon asked.

"Something for my mother,"I answered.

"Do you still want to try to find out Blackbeard's tug ? ”, Ceylon cinnamon asked.

"Yes, let's try ! It was east of Fort Montagu on the route along the piss,"I informed her.

We drove to the place I had seen the signboard the day before. We drove a little farther. We saw a sign by a stupefy area big enough for maybe 4 automobile to park. We parked adjacent to the alone car already parked there. The sign indicated we should go up a narrow lead that was not well maintained. I was walking behind cinnamon only because she had gotten to the start of the route first. I watched her rear end end as she walked in front of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in forepart of me. The lead got exorbitant as we went. An old stone complex body part came into sight as the track became a crumbling set of stone steps.

"We are almost there,"I said to Cinnamon.

A duet came down the stair toward us. I recognized the woman first, then the man. They were the twosome from the hotel hot tub the day I arrived. She smiled at me as she passed me. He took a good look at Cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the tower. There was a metal sign that that hard to translate because it was corroded. It said a petty about the tower. It was built in the 1700's, but the builders are not known for sure. We went into the tower and managed to climb to the top. From the top we had a good view of the east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a beneficial vantage point to see incoming ships and make some kind of signal to early parts of the island.

I kissed cinnamon bark and said,"Thanks for a fantastic day."

She hugged me tight. I seemed she didn't want let go. She kissed my neck opening and lightly nibbled on my ear.

"I want to be a pirate 's doll,"Cinnamon whispered in my ear.

She kissed my cervix and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a numeral of houses that had a perspective of the top of the towboat. I suggested we move to the depleted level. I got down first and helped Cinnamon down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to my ankles. I pulled down her pants and panties. We kicked off our shoes and clothes. I looked intently at the beautiful au naturel woman in battlefront of me.

"You are staring,"cinnamon said.

"Sorry !"I said.

"Don't be. It's a compliment,"she said.

I placed my hands on her breasts.

"Ye have sizable bosoms my wench,"I said trying to do my best literary pirate imitation.

"What are your intent you swarthy animate being,"she responded.

"I intend to let my way with you and outrage you,"I said.

I pressed my workforce into her breasts and massaged them. I pushed her up against a politic portion of the stone wall. I kissed her intemperately and pushed my tongue against her lips and she opened her lips to provide it's launching. Cinnamon moaned into my mouth. She grabbed my tooshie cheeks and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a rooftree at the root word of the wall. My raise member pushed between her legs then up the crack between her butt impertinence. It was a strange sensory faculty with the top of member pressed against her ardent body and the bottom against the cooler Harlan Fiske Stone wall. I moved a manus down between her pegleg and located her pussycat. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingers between her purulent lips.

"Oh ye scurvy dog,"she said."Ye make me palpate so good."

I moved my fingers along her vaginal brim. She pushed into them. I found her clitoris and circled it with my well lubricated fingers.

She again nibbled on my ear and then whispered,"Continue my dusky beast."

She moaned again more loudly as my finger rubbed over her dear button. I pressed down and moved my finger's breadth in a throwaway motility. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the rampart and her ass buttock. My balls bumped against her thigh with each move forward. I pushed one and then a second finger into her love hole. Her vaginal walls pressed around my fingerbreadth. I thrust them in and out to moans of favourable reception.

"I'm ready for you to ‘ shiver me timbers ’,"I whispered in her ear.

She continued to moan. She pushed her breast and pelvis into my welcoming hands.

"If your cannonballs are ready you should load your cannon !"Cinnamomum zeylanicum responded back.

I moved my pelvic arch backward to let my"cannon"have access to her lovemaking kettle of fish. She guided me into her. Her quick hands felt good compared to the cold wall the underside of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, slick, tight dear tunnel.

"Time to prime your cannon,"she said.

I began pumping in and out of her. She tightened around my carom. My fingers moved back to her button. For various minutes we continued pounding against each other. We both were breathing heavily and were sweating in the hot, humid weather of the sunny afternoon. The olfactory property of the table salt air just added to the pleasure we both were feeling.

"The cannon is primed !"I said to her between breaths.

"blast when set !"Cinnamon returned, just as I felt her clamp around my cannon.

"The fuse is lit,"I said as my balls tightened."Firing !"I shouted as her orgasm took over her body.

I shot my load into her, shivered, and kept pumping. cinnamon had relaxed slightly, but then her body stiffened and her arms and vaginal muscles squeezed me again in her s climax. I continued to pump.

"plosive consonant, stop !"she exclaimed."You hit your target."

I stopped and hugged her tightly.

"And you shivered me quality,"I responded.

We held each former until our external respiration returned to normal and at to the lowest degree my sum stopped pounding in my bureau. We gathered our clothes and began getting dressed. I helped cinnamon with her bra. We heard the voice of children saying Thatch's Tower coming from down the track. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the tumble pace. At the end of the steps where the path leveled out, we were passed by 2 young boys maybe 12 and 10. A few seconds later a youthful missy passed us. Then their parents walked past. The father took a long look Cinnamon.

The mother said,"Hi ! How a great deal further ?"

"Not far, a little over 100 feet, but it gets steeper,"I replied.

She thanked me as we all continued on our way. We got back to the car and swarm to her apartment.

"I am going to go feed my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to stay here or come up ?"Cinnamon asked.

"I'll just stop here, unless there is something I can help you with,"I replied.

"No, I will be right back out,"she said.

While I waited in the car, I again wondered about all the men who had taken particular poster of Cinnamon today. Some with a hint of acknowledgment. In a few transactions Cinnamon got back in the car.

"I have some news,"she said."Do you still want to try fishing ?"

"Yes,"I replied."But it is too late."

"Not today silly, tomorrow !"she said."The hubby of someone I work with takes people out fishing for a living. He usually takes Tues and Wednesday off, but agreed to takes us out for half monetary value if we pay for gas, and bait."

"That sounds rattling ! Thank you !"I said.

"Do you mind us staying in your hotel elbow room ? We could order room service and get to bed too soon,"Cinnamon said."We are supposed to meet Ken at the dock at six."

"Sound goodness to me,"I replied.

We crossed the bridge deck to Paradise Island. She parked in the employee area and we went up to my room. I realized this was going to be the world-class night I would spend in my room. Cinnamomum zeylanicum ordered for us and got our meals for resign. We watched television as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Cinnamon said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were undressed and in bed with me snuggled up to her dorsum with my arm around her. I cupped her knocker with my hand. I squeezed it lightly.

"That look honest,"said Cinnamon."But no sex tonight. I am a little sore."

"I understand,"I said still caressing her breast."cinnamon bark, you are a very beautiful char and men look your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a look of realization on some of their faces."

After a minute or so she said,"wellspring … I may have intercourse why."She stopped."I … I was in playboy a couple of twelvemonth ago."

I let that sink in. I did not want to say the haywire thing.

"You are trusted someone I would like to see naked,"I said.

"You … you do n't think lupus erythematosus of me, do you ?"she asked.

"No, not at all,"I answered."I find it both worry and exciting. I never thought I would receive sex with a Playboy model."Still picking my words carefully.

"Playboy model, hardly. I heard they were looking for woman for an upcoming pictorial of mid-West college women. I went and filled out an information piece of paper. They called me back for an consultation the future day. I must accept done well. At the end of the interview they asked if I would stay to have some clothed picture taken. They called a few daytime later letting me know I made ‘ the cut'. To make the narration shorter I made it into the magazine,"she finished.

"Congratulations,"I said.

"Thank you !"she said in a tire out voice.

She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a shortly prison term just thinking about how prosperous I was to consume made love to someone who appeared in Corinthian .